My earliest memories of San Diego weather are this weather. Driving from Los Angeles in the back of my parents VW late at night. CBS Mystery Theater on the radio. I wake up on the couch at my grandparents THIS is that weather. Dew on the lawn in the morning. Sunny. Not warm, not cool. The promise of time at the beach. Sometimes it gets hotter, sometimes a bit cloudier. But it’s perfect.
I like where I live a lot. I am extraordinarily lucky.